Where winter's whisper lingers still,
Yellow purple and pure white hints,
here and there peek through the snow.
Under the trees, among the rocks,
tiny little blooms pushing through.
Truly a magical display.
This, my favourite hint of spring,
when Mr. Sun plays hocus pocus,
through the gloom pops the tiny crocus
The BRAIN TEASE challenge
Word to unscramble rspwehi = whisper
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